"Good heavens!" True Person Jinglü swept his divine sense over the worshipped plaques and clicked his tongue. "Just who is this True Person Xiao? What earth-shaking feat had he accomplished? Why had this old man been seeing the same scene everywhere these past few days?"
"Master, please wait. Let this disciple go ask!" Hu Guanqiu said helplessly. He truly did not want to speak with these farmers!
A short while later, Hu Guanqiu returned with a strange expression and a trace of hesitation on his face.
Seeing this, True Person Jinglü was slightly taken aback and asked displeasedly, "What is it, Guanqiu? Who exactly is this True Person Xiao? Is he a fellow Daoist this old man knows? Or could he be... some Spirit Severing senior?"
"Master, it is as you should know," Hu Guanqiu said after hesitating. "This True Person Xiao... is Xiao Hua! They say he is a young cultivator, but these ignorant people do not know his exact cultivation!"
"Xiao Hua???" True Person Jinglü's brows shot up. With a whoosh, he rose to his feet and demanded urgently, "Is he Xiao Hua of the Thunder Control Sect?"
"This... this disciple does not know." Hu Guanqiu forced a smile. "That farmer did not know which sect Xiao Hua came from either! But according to what people said, he was a tall, thin young man!"
"Hmph!" True Person Jinglü's expression changed slightly. He stretched out a hand, and a flash of light shot forth. A spectral giant hand swept over and snatched all three farmers from the ground into the air!
"Immortal, save us! Immortal, save us!" The three farmers turned pale with terror!
True Person Jinglü ignored them completely. He grabbed one of them and pressed a hand against the man's forehead. Blood-red light flickered around his hand,